My very first memory of a train is of racing down a long lane, heart pounding, bare feet kicking up dust, to wave at the conductor of a mighty steam engine as it roared by. When the man saw me, he waved and pulled the lever to allow the whistle's screams to fill the air. As with everything, progress happened. Diesel engines replaced steam, but the trains kept rumbling by throughout my childhood. I still feel excited each time I see a one ... well, unless it's blocking the road and I'm in a hurry. 😀 I found this one along the Illinois River.
Windmills, with their creaking blades, once stood guard across fields, harnessing the wind to pump water for ranches and farms. They are becoming more difficult to find, so when I see one, I find a place to pull off the road and take a pic.
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...trains and windmills are treasures for me, but I miss the caboose.
ReplyDeleteMe too. The caboose man used to wave too. Fun times.
Deletelove to see cargo trains in our areas....
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As kids, we waved to the passing trains too - to the engineer and to the caboose!
ReplyDeleteI don’t remember trains having great fascination for me and I certainly saw them often when I was a kid. There are clubs devoted to train nostalgia these days.
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